So it's Royal this time! (Atobelover this is your doing isn't it) I actually wrote something that's actually a drabble. Well as close as I seem to be able to get anyway since it's around 600 words.

Inspired by my mom making me eat apples this morning. (Because apparently I don't eat enough fruit)

~Royal Pair~

– Sweet Apples –

Slice. Slice. Sli-

"Tch." Ryoma brought a thumb up to his lips, sucking on the small cut on his thumb.

He looked over his work, frowning slightly at the small amount he managed to make in the whole of twenty minutes.

He began work on another, but then he heard the shower go on, which meant Keigo was up and he'd be down in less than three minutes.

"Crap, stupid Keigo, getting up so early…" He hissed, scowling. Ryoma placed the awkward creations into a small bowl. Today, he has learned that triangles are an extremely complex art.

Keigo looked in the mirror.

"Keh." He scoffed slightly as he gazed at his ragged appearance. Well, in his opinion anyway. To a normal person he looked gorgeous as ever despite looking a bit tired.

The bags under his eyes were starting to become noticeable he mused. He should stop working all night. That would be good.

He finished drying his hair and went downstairs, not bothering to put a shirt on since Ryoma was the only one home anyway.

He stared at the bowl. Inside there were objects that looked like they might have once been apples…however it seemed some gruesome surgery had taken place upon the poor fruits. A few of them had jagged looking cuts in them, descending down until a rough junk was missing. Some had random holes in them, oozing juice.

"…What is this?" Keigo asked not breaking his dumbfounded gaze from the bowl.

Ryoma stood standing straight at his full height of 5'8" (Atobe towered over him at 6'0") leaning against the wall that separated the kitchen and dining room.

"They're…a-" Ryoma started to say something than stopped. Keigo observed as he opened his mouth again, blushed looking frustrated, then settled with pouty looking frown. He walked forward standing in front of the table, a few paces away from the young businessman's chair.

"Che, stupid monkey king, they're apples obviously. I knew you'd lose brain cells staying up all night on your dumb laptop." The boy- young man now, turned away from the other, not showing his face.

"Hmph, acting like such a brat so early in the morning isn't very becoming of you." He reached up pulled Ryoma down by the shoulders, onto his lap, as he let out an exclamation of surprise. He reveled in the flush of pink on his lover's cheeks before it faded, gone with the shock.

"Surely, the great Echizen Ryoma didn't get up early and make these for Ore-sama did he?" He leaned over whispering it in the boy's (the young man stuff is bull) ear, close enough to see it twitch just barely.

Ryoma's cheeks colored and he hastily forced it down.

"Idiot, just eat it already…"He muttered to himself. Of course, Keigo heard anyway and took an apple.

At least it tastes good, Keigo thought, laying his chin in the crook of Ryoma's neck.

A week later, the couple visited the Echizen household, and after dinner they lazed around in Ryoma's old room, which had been kept almost the same if a little tidier.

Ryoma's mother brought up a small plate of fruit, and smiled, saying something about how it was like they were kids again, before leaving.

Keigo reached in for a piece of fruit, stopping to examine it first. An apple. He was sure it was an apple but for some reason there was a large triangle on the back cut out…He turned it to the side and he noticed the shape rather resembled a rabbi-

Oh. So that's what it was.

It all clicked in his mind. He thought back to the jagged, uneven shapes from the bowl and Ryoma's face.

He snorted, which led to chuckling, it gradually got louder and louder until Keigo was full out laughing.

Ryoma stared at the other male strangely; running over and giving him a light shake on the shoulders.

"Oi, Keigo, are you oka-" But Ryoma didn't finish as his lover pulled his head down, kissing him sweetly and lovingly, a hint of a smile still on his lips.

He tasted vaguely of apples, Ryoma mused.

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